Is not always right. I’d been feeling crappy for a couple of weeks—tired, a little queasy. Then one day at 7w2d pregnant, all of that went away. Knowing that sudden loss of symptoms can be a bad sign, I started freaking out. (Although I’d had a bad feeling about the pregnancy from the beginning.) At 7w3d I called and asked for an appointment. By 4pm that afternoon, I started bleeding again—over a week after my last episode. But this bleeding was different than the last two episodes. It was heavier than spotting, but certainly not filling a pad (like the first time). And it was more mucus-ey (TMI?). So I was certain my pregnancy was done for. I went home and cried my little eyes out.
At my appointment at 7w4d, I had completely convinced myself (and my husband and my doctor?) that this was the end. Imagine my surprise when we saw a little embryo still growing, measuring on time with a little heartbeat. (Although that damn yolk sac is still absolutely puny – still 2.5mm. It should be 4mm by now. My doc did not seem too worried—repeating what we heard last week that they worry more about big yolks than small ones.)
With respect to the bleed, they could not see anything. So I don’t have a hematoma (pooling of blood). When I do bleed (the cause being a mystery), it just falls out of me, hopefully leaving that little fetus totally undisturbed. Nevertheless, they want me to rest, which means no exercise, heavy lifting, stairs, sex, etc. In other words, Netflix and chill.
SO here we are. This is certainly not a sure thing, but my doc says with a chromosomally normal embryo and a “normal” 7 week appointment, the miscarriage rate is like 5%. My chances of failure are probably a bit higher because of my history and prior hematoma and teeny yolk sac, but they’re not terrible.
I’m just going to wait. And try—really TRY—not to freak out over every little thing.*
*Still no morning sickness, but my boobs are now super sore. Not that I’m worried about that one way or the other….
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